Chapter 84: The Gift of the Child of Light—Suppression and Sharing

Upon hearing this, Han Qian spoke in a deep voice, “It wasn’t just a momentary lapse in judgment. That young man’s arrogance was excessive, which led to his defeat at your hands. In my view, his character has a serious flaw.”

The more Han Qian looked at Bai Haochen, the more satisfied he felt. This was the cherished treasure of their Knight Sanctuary.

The Child of Light—he was the first true prodigy the Knight Sanctuary had seen in six thousand years.

Han Qian had not revealed Bai Haochen’s identity as the Child of Light to Han Yu, intending to temper him.

Rongrong’s frail body thrashed weakly. I saw that her serpentine tail had already been wounded, and the wooden box was stained with blood.

Tang Ye inhaled deeply upon hearing this, his gaze solemn as he looked at him. Chi Jiang’s eyes burned like torches; he met Tang Ye’s gaze for a long time, and gradually the two men began to smile.

“She won’t die,” Qisila stood up, brushing dust from her clothes. When she looked again at the blood god, whose aura towered majestically, she couldn’t help but feel a trace of fear. “What should we do now?”

The remaining Shi Feixuan no longer paid attention to the situation here. In a flash, she darted into the bronze hall, intent on seizing the Heshi Jade.

At first, Madam Sheng hadn’t noticed Sheng Yuxuan’s face, but now, prompted by Sheng Beiyu’s exclamation, she saw it clearly.

Tang Long and Li San both knew that if the deceased died from electrocution, there would be only one reason for her to be in the bathroom: she must have been bathing. For someone bathing, there would always be shampoo, soap, laundry detergent, and so forth in the bathroom. Yet, while these items were present, they didn’t necessarily prove that she died from electrocution.

As they were drawn away by the blue light, Yu Yang, who was taken by the green light, found himself in a place shrouded in mist.

There were still many generals and soldiers who had rendered great service in my campaign against the Shang and Zhou. The Jade Emperor decreed that I should confer divine titles upon them one by one, so that they might pledge loyalty to the Heavenly Court and slay demons and monsters.

Murong Ke quickly pulled him back, his expression grave. At this moment, the forbidden zone of fog seemed fraught with peril, and his keen divine sense detected many hidden presences nearby.

Setting out, he coldly tossed the deep brown suitcase onto the passenger seat and drove the Lamborghini toward the airport.

Xue Pan’er gave Prince Kang a dissatisfied look as he meditated in midair, constantly shifting his hand gestures as though practicing some secret technique. She believed that Prince Kang was exploiting Xuanyuan Wuhui for his own purposes.

Before Wang Yue’s soldiers had even entered the city, they heard the sound of perfectly synchronized marching. Armor clashed, weapons struck the earth, a grand and powerful spectacle.

If Patriarch Qinghe hadn’t been kind to her, her suspicions would have arisen much earlier. Sometimes she wondered if she was truly herself—her soul’s lack of fidelity to her body left her unsure if others felt the same.

As the sun sank behind the mountains and night descended, streaks of rainbow light gathered from all directions, hovering above and encircling the villa. The crowd numbered nearly one hundred, most possessing profound cultivation, led by six warriors at the early Nirvana stage. Their gazes fell upon the Thunder Mist Formation, each displaying a different expression, whispering quietly among themselves.

“Her Highness the Princess holds an exalted status now—she can well withstand such a gesture from us,” Ji Mo Xu spoke, his tone less than friendly.

Because of this incident, the entire world was undergoing monumental changes. In the midst of this upheaval, who would ride atop the tidal wave and lead the charge, and who would be swallowed by its force? Only time would bear witness to these outcomes.

“The rest are even stronger.” Though the matter was grave, Ouyang Zhuo still appeared completely at ease.

Then, as the water in the wooden ladle was poured out and Fa Liu finished speaking, Xia Mei’s head suddenly tilted back. Her pupils turned entirely white, her face became vacant, and she knelt on the ground, swaying unsteadily.

Yet, though facing an opponent whose depth was unknown, Yang Tian’s expression remained unperturbed. With his cultivation advancing—and after witnessing the likes of the Dragon Demon Ancestor and the carefree elder, beings of tremendous power—he no longer feared inscrutable martial artists as he once did.